[hook: ghostface killah] this one’s for the boys and the girls on the streets make sure you listen careful to the words i speak before you get the drawers, and the b*tch wanna eat make sure you let ’em know to sign the p*ssy receipt, and

[ghostface killah] word to my momma, yo, i hate ya’ll greedy b*tches ya’ll greasy, after the club, want the piece of chicken hotel rooms, you better not touch the phone uh-uh, leave that roof service book alone don’t ask me, for food, i ain’t ask you cut through the bullsh*t, you can just p*ss the pool and ya fat friend you brought, she can crash too but if ya stomach growling hard, i’mma laugh, boo no domino’s, papa john’s and waffle house frontin’ on the p*ssy, you can throw the d*ck in your mouth straight c*ck, we in the halls, yo there’s other tw*t in trife room, where them other hoe b*tches flock wigs got it popping, du-lilz went bird shopping he got bird seeds, he’s probably getting head whopping f*cking with you, yo i hope you ain’t c*ck blocking i want some p*ssy now, if not, you can get to hopping bounce, m*th*f*ckas talking about you ain’t giving up no p*ssy

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[shawn wigs] yo, this is for them greedy b*tches, who wanna eat off my buck who get 99 bananas, cuz you fresh out of luck i wanna f*ck, and you try’nna get a sirloin steak little money, backstage p*sses, and some oreo cake you better split if the legs don’t spread like wings this is theodore, we more than just suicide kings super groupie, that g on your chest stand for greedy caught a contact high, cuz we always bake ziti blow the gerder’s, we just wanna puff and sleep not in my bed, i’m try’nna put nut in your cheek little squirrel, my tw*t team stay on alert i pump iron to them pink panties under your skirt why try to scheme, my double stuff cream got ’em all on a scavenger hunt, greedy b*tch of the month they want a table, when it’s time to give p*ssy, they front you can’t play your boy wigs, like i’m some kind of chump that’s right, get ’em out here, yo, tone

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[redman] yo, i get b*tter, n*gg*, like land o’ lake when b*tches see me, they be quick to pump they brakes but wait, before we f*ck, let’s make it clear if you ask me for a dime… get the f*ck out of here aiyo, you broke n*gg*, no b*tch, you got it wrong i’m still spending, from red & meth sitcom what you doing? stripping, grabbing on groin i bet your momma proud of what you become i’m on the block getting it, hip hop, getting it blunts got piff in it, new five, whipping it shorty like “redman, buy me a cigarette” try’nna get me robbed at the store where her n*gg*s at greedy b*tch, hoods up, hoes down get money like barry, looking for motown and if i’m in your hood, b*tch, high as a f*ck clock the flavor, audio one, your time is up, b*tch…